Warped Sceptre Novels & Stories

"I am the exalted Luna of this pack, and my bond was a gift from the Moon Goddess. Tainted, it was worthless. I needed no one but myself. "What did you say?!" A crystal vial whistled past my ear and shattered against the stone wall. Shards of glass and a month's worth of irreplaceable healing balm splattered across the floor. My son's half-shifted eyes burned with a golden rage. "How dare you say you're leaving him! I'm the one who should hate you! If anyone's leaving, it's me! I'm leaving you! The only one I respect is our pack's greatest Beta warrior, Aunt Valerie!"

"Stefan wasn't afraid of me. He was afraid of something else." Upstairs, in the Throne Room. Serenity sat on the golden chair. It felt cold. The heavy crown was placed on her head. "Long live the Grand Duchess!" The nobles chanted. But Serenity didn't feel triumph. She felt a chill on her neck. She looked at the armrest of the throne. There, carved intricately into the ancient gold, was a symbol she had missed before. It wasn't a Hawk or a Rose. It was a Black Serpent eating its own tail.

William dropped to one knee before me, indifferent to the shards of glass slicing through his pricey pants. He clasped my shaking hand, his gaze warm and filled with a gentle pity. "Sophia, my dear little Principessa, forgive my tardiness." He slipped off his trench coat, still holding his warmth, and draped it over my shivering frame with precise care. Then, with fingers sheathed in black leather gloves, he tenderly wiped away the dew from my lashes. His voice was a deep, raspy whisper. "The car held a first-aid kit, top-shelf liquor, and three hundred brand-new Brownings.

I want to focus on her body and give her pleasure rather than the scepter. “The scepter was enchanted by the high priestess of Selene. Anointed with the waters of the Springs of Argyroupolis. The precise incantation used has been forgotten over the centuries. But it is believed the scepter may only be held without pain by a true Argyris.” Isis read on. “What’s this part say? It’s atrocious handwriting.” Isis questioned, zooming in on a handwritten note. She’s not wrong. The handwriting is terrible. Which is why I know what it says.

Ares said as the servants cleared away the dishes. "Another one?" I asked. "You've already given me the perfect day." "This is different." He stood and moved to the wardrobe, pulling out a small wooden box I'd never seen before. "I had this made for you. I was going to wait until after the baby was born, but..." he shrugged, "today feels right." He handed me the box, and I opened it carefully. Inside, nestled in soft velvet, was a crown. Not a delicate, ornamental thing meant for ceremonies. This was a proper war crown—silver and strong, with protective runes etched into the metal. Small gemstones were set at intervals around the band, each one glowing faintly with inner light.

Corvus collapsed, the light in his eyes completely extinguished. I took the Scepter of House Volkov from my Nightguard captain. It was a staff of pure silver, topped with a blood-red gem. The gem held the power of every Lord in our family's history. I raised the scepter, and a silver light illuminated the entire ballroom. "By the authority of the thirteenth Lord of House Volkov," my voice rang throughout the manor, "I issue this supreme decree to all members of our house!"

The cane began to shed what seemed like its outer layer, revealing a maroon scepter. It was unclear what the scepter was made out of, but there was a black gem encrusted on the top of it that radiated a suffocating aura that charged at Wilbur's body. At the same time, six more spell spheres appeared around Angie, spinning around her slowly. The spheres burned brightly with black flames, covered in crawling runes that radiated a terrifying spirit pressure. Even the two guards behind Angie had to retreat far behind, unable to stay any closer. Wilbur felt the power out.

"He had no time to fake anything. A terrified man always speaks the most bitter truths." Harwin let out a short, skeptical grunt. He wiped his temple with the back of a trembling hand, unsure if it was from the heat of the machine or the bad feeling crawling up his spine. The blue light from the scanner reflected faintly off the crystal lenses he wore, highlighting the deepening lines on his face with every row of data that appeared. "This is not from the Bramasta family. Definitely not their crude stamp. And it isn't Altair's secret seal either." He shifted an artifact fragment under the scanner, a piece of spiritual metal with a small, intricate engraving that felt alive to the touch. The

The green crescent emblem that Lila had given me was still attached and glowing as well. Sebastian took a step closer to me, holding the scepter close to Wren. It continued to glow even more, which worried me. I didn’t like it being so close to Wrenley. I remembered how I felt when I first touched the scepter and that was not something I would ever wish on anybody. Especially not my child. But Wrenley didn’t need to touch the scepter. It was her tears that we needed.